Every Thursday, I embark on a cross-London journey from South West to North West London, for a jazz choir that I love being a part of. All members are older than me, with the second youngest member of the group being our thirty-something Musical Director, a music teacher at a special needs primary school. Being the choir baby has its perks, but London’s youth at large are restless. We make up 53% of London, but London doesn’t work for us . Radical political change is unavoid

DRT. Have you, dear reader, ever heard that acronym before? Perhaps you’re thinking it stands for ‘direct response translation’. Or maybe...

A brisk walk in the morning to get the blood pumping is exactly what the doctor might order, and this is where I found myself on a March...